Yesterday was move in day at the university!
It’s worth saying this one hundred times - taking your kid to college is like giving birth in reverse.
When you have a baby and are being discharged the nurse goes with you to the car, inspects the car seat for a minute, makes sure you know how to buckle that baby in and off you go. Just set free, just like that, into the world in charge of a human being. For several weeks I felt like what is happening here? I don’t know what to do with this human?!? It really was an odd feeling. (And it only happened with jack.)
Taking him to college is that feeling in reverse - sooooooo I am just going to leave him Here? Not be responsible for him
All the time? Not boss him or look at him every day? Excuse me but what?
And just like childbirth and newborn days there are bumpy unknown bits. Ooops I never got my id, ooops I locked myself out.
It’s ok on my end (for now? I cried when they clapped us into the garage like one giant cheerleading section). And in all honesty, it’s often been more like party of four around here than party of five the last year. But, there is still something about knowing he’s not just at another shift at Taco Bell and waiting for the door to open at 1020 (and watching the crazy ass bird fly into his hair on the ring cam).
There is no ring cam at college mama…